“Oh my God, Rafa, I’m going to come!” I said breathlessly.
“Not yet. I want you to come on my cock,” he told me. I just need you good and wet, baby, cause you’re so tight.
That was it, I was falling apart on his hand, thrusting and gasping and grabbing his forearm trying to push him deeper.
Rafa withdrew his hand and I cried out still chasing the wave of my orgasm.
“Not yet. You come on my dick when I tell you to.” He was undoing his pants. When he pulled down his boxer briefs, his massive dick stood up straight, the tip dripping with clear precum. He pulled my sweater over my head and pulled my bra down to expose my breasts. He patted the bed and I hopped up while he slipped his hands into the elastic of my leggings and pulled them off of me. He then made short work of my underwear and smiled at the wet material, the shiny slick arousal there. Then he licked the crotch of my panties and I shuddered watching his tongue, the orgasm still alive in my body.
Rafa grabbed his shaft and began to spread his own arousal over the mushroomed tip. His balls were cinched and all the muscles of his lower abdomen flexed. I crawled to him on all fours and grabbed his straining cock. I’d never really given a full blowjob before, but I wanted Rafa in my mouth.
Rafa took the back of my neck and shoved his dick until the entire length of him was down the back of my throat. I gagged on his length and Rafa smiled and released me. Putting both hands wrapped around his shaft, I licked and sucked his helmeted head until he threw his head back.
“Lie back, Fio. I wasn’t kidding about you coming on my cock.”
I laid down on my back, my nipples erect and straining, my pussy still buzzing and clenching with desire that was making me crazy.
Rafa planked over me, supporting his weight with his biceps. I couldn’t believe how easily I responded to his commands and how horny his bossiness in bed was making me.
“Throw a leg up and wrap it around me. Grab the headboard.” He told me what to do, but then did it himself, grabbing my leg and throwing it over his hip and yanking my hand up to reach the post behind me.
Rafa spread my arousal from my clit all the way back to my ass with one hand while he lowered himself and tugged my nipple rings with his teeth. I couldn’t even see anymore the haze of lust was so thick.
Then he slipped a finger into my ass and I cried out in surprise.
“Trust me, Tate. I want to make you come so hard.”
With that, he lowered his pelvis and guided the tip of his raging erection into my center. I thrust up with my hips as I clenched the headboard, wanting it all, every inch of his hardness to take me.
“Oh my God, please,” I panted as he slowly pressed into me. “Give it to me, Rafa, please, I want you inside me.” I was begging, literally begging him to fuck me.
In one thrust, he slid all the way to the hilt and I moaned at the momentary sharp pain that pierced through me, but Rafa captured my cries with his mouth. He kissed me endlessly, passionately as he thrust away inside me.
Tears streamed down my cheeks in delirium, in ecstasy, in a reality that was better than any fantasy.
I wrapped both of my legs around his back. The soreness felt good, the pain delicious, as I gave myself over to this man. Even the intrusive finger in my ass was welcome and when the orgasm crested and began to take hold, Rafa thrummed that finger and I detonated like a fucking bomb.
I was floating, I was high, my body was wracked with shaking, cramping, clenching until the pleasure was too much. My ears rang and my mind and body went completely numb.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his ear as he continued to thrust away inside me.
“There, I came on your cock,” I whispered in his ear. My words toppled him over the edge. He plunged, bit my neck, and thrust like a madman as his seed jetted inside me. Rafa groaned and sucked where he’d bitten, his hips still hitting my pelvis with aftershocks.
“Holy shit,” he said. After a sudden bear hug, he rolled me so that I was on top, straddling him. His smile was huge and genuine and it made me laugh out loud.
“We’re so late for dinner,” I said.
“I’m fully fucking sated. Zero appetite left,” he said with his strong hands circling my hips.
Chapter 11
RAFA
Tatum was so gorgeous, my chest ached when I looked at her. Mascara smudged, cheeks dead-giveaway-pink, love bites and splotches covering her neck. Maybe it was tactless to be so obviously thoroughly-fucked, but I liked her like this—marked by my love, claimed by my body and my body alone. I wanted to give her my name, give her my child, tattoo their names on my skin. I wanted her pregnant already, her growing belly a testament to how much I loved her.